Then the doctor tweaked my nose

The doctor tweaked my nose. Actually, he leaned over to me and pinched it. I call it tweaked because that’s what my mother loved to do to me and what she called it.

It happened this morning when I opted to get breakfast at my favorite place where my favorite waiter works, instead of the freebee in the hotel. That one is getting monotonous. I needed a change.

The waiter asked me what I wanted and I pointed to a photo of an omelette. When he came back to my table so we could torment each other with our lack of each others’ language skills, I got my dictionary out and pointed to the word for post office.

He then began to describe how to get there. If you read one of the last posts, from the other day, he tried to send me to a bank and I couldn’t get across to him I needed a post office and not a bank.

So this morning after I pointed to the word for post office, I took the book away from him and pointed to the Turkish word for yesterday, and made a motion that it was while I stood on the sidewalk. Then he got it.

Meanwhile, a women at a table next to me, and a man at a table across an aisle, got into the conversation. I was trying to tell him that tomorrow I would be leaving and saying goodbye.

The lady wrote down how to say good bye and also a word, similar to our, “bye, bye.”

When I said that, the man, who finished eating, walked over and asked, “Where are you from?” He said it so loud I jumped. “What?”

“Where. Are. You. From?” He asked louder this time.  “America.”

He looked a bit older than the waiter but they could be brothers, so I asked with the help of the lady and another one at another table who also got involved if they were brothers.

“No.” The gentleman said, and they both laughed and the two ladies laughed. That went over my head. The gentleman walked back over to me and told me he is a doctor. “Oh, a doctor?” “Yes,” he said and then he tweaked my nose and left, while all of us sat laughing.

This morning when I left the hotel, Sinan – the ‘go-to’ guy at the hotel, was outside in the street shoveling gravel. Why, I don’t know, but he saw me and made a motion like he was going to throw it on me.

I just love the Turkish people, I find them friendly and helpful, even if Sinan had thrown the gravel.

I walked around town again to a different neighborhood, a quiet area. I saw a long walkway between two arches and a woman coming out of one. I asked her what it was, and she replied that it was just a walk way between streets, but it was part of the synagogue. Now I’ve seen churches and Mosques, and this was the first synagogue. I was surprised how guarded it is with wire fences on top of a tall concrete wall. I feel sad that people cannot worship in the way they want without feeling they are in danger.


After that I walked down to the harbor and sat inside a tent-like restaurant next to the water. The water was moving, with dark and light shades, the dark shades looking like puddles that changed shapes. Seagulls flew haphazardly looking for a meal.

I have noticed on other days, a small boat goes to the shoreline and a man scoops up garbage, including bread people have thrown to the gulls.

And…today there many more cats: tabbies, orange, calico, white, black, black and white, and makes me wish I could take one home with me.



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